Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

He kept staring at her, "Hmm."

She was surprised, "Are you still going to have a wedding?"

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows, but his tone did not change, "Should we not get married and hold a wedding?"

Wen Yi hurriedly waved her hand, "No, we have already held a wedding, and it is a very grand one. I have experienced this kind of ceremony once..." After a moment, she added, "Anyway Still with you, there is no need to do it again."

When they got married, although they didn't have feelings, the battle was really comparable to the national marriage of some monarchies.

Except for the cumbersome, complicated, and exhausted body and mind, she has no other feelings...the kind of lack of energy in the bridal chamber on the wedding night.

Hearing the first half of Mo Shichen’s expression, his expression changed slightly. In the latter sentence, his expression changed slightly. He raised the corners of his lips and asked with a smile, "Oh? Although they are both second marriages, but if you talk to other men Is it necessary for a wedding?"

"It's not necessary, but it's okay to hold it."

He squeezed her chin on his body and smiled, "Come on, tell me, who have you imagined a wedding with, eh?"

"..."

She said innocently, "No."

There is indeed no such thing. She is far past that age, not to mention that she has had a wedding in the flourishing age.

The man was faint and cold, his fingers kneading her chin, a look that was unpleasant and did not show much.

Wen Yi pursed his lips, and said patiently, "You still used the ring we got married at the time. It means that you also feel that even if it is a bad or emotional start, it is a real start. So the wedding, there is One time is enough, let's talk about..."

Her face deliberately moved closer to him, "The wedding is tired, I still remember... When I first married you, I thought about this wedding. I only got married once in my life. Let me hold a wedding with my child, it only satisfies your own selfish desires, it is not an expression of loving me."

"..."

He lowered his eyes, and looked at her coolly.

Seeing him not speaking, Wen Yi rubbed his face against him again, blinked and said, "Don't shake your face and say you agree."

Mo Shichen squeezed her face in vengeance and squinted his eyes and smiled lazily, "You have said everything, what else can I say? Go ahead and finish the procedures tomorrow."

Wen Yi nodded without comment.

In the end, she raised her hand with the ring again and glanced at him, "I remember this ring... was it sent to you by Miss Li?"

"Yes," his tone was flat, as if he was saying something that could not be more common. "After she was tied at the time, the ring fell into the hands of the group of people. Later, someone needed to make a mistake. Gave me a clue, so I found it."

If he does not recover his memory, he may use a new ring.

But since he has remembered all the past, just as Wen Yi said, the bad beginning is also the beginning, and remembering those bad may be better than forgetting.

…………

The next morning, undertaking the sunny day of yesterday afternoon, the weather was very good and the sun was shining. Although the air was still cold, the golden light had a visual warmth, which made people feel warm when I looked at it.

The procedures went smoothly, and it took less than half an hour to complete.

Even if it was a legal remarriage, Mo Shichen still had time to come out to accompany her all day long, but Wen Ye was pregnant and not suitable for other projects. He accompanied her to the shopping mall for most of the day during the day, and he returned around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. The manor.

Although Wen Yi didn't want to have a wedding, Mo Shichen did her well, but it was "married" anyway. It can't be regarded as nothing happened, as usual, so they called in advance to invite four Wen's family last night, please They came over for dinner in the evening.

The entire family banquet was done by the son of Mo himself. At noon, Wen's mother wanted to go in and help, but he was also kicked out.

Before the meal, Ye Siran sighed with emotion, "President Mo is really versatile, and he can condescend to cook," as he said, he glanced at the man on the side and said leisurely, "This kind of home-friendly My son, it's really unusual nowadays."

Wen Hanye glanced at her, peeled the banana slowly and methodically, and said faintly, "If you are so jealous of Yi'er, do you want me to divorce you so that you have the opportunity to find a family-style noble son to be your husband?"

Ye Siran asked, "Can I pick you back if I can't find it?"

Wen Hanye said tepidly, "You haven't woken up in your dream last night, right?"

"..."

Ye Siran grabbed the banana in his hand, lowered his head to bite, and said vaguely, "Then I don't want it."

Wen Yi sat on the one-person sofa beside him, holding his chin in his hands, and laughed hard when he watched them bickering.

The dinner was very harmonious. Except for Wen's father who is a serious and silent type, Wen Yi is considered to be less talkative compared to other people. Mo Shichen and Wen Hanye are both men who can bring the atmosphere very well, as long as they are willing.

Wen's mother is the nagging of the worrying elders, and Ye Siran also has a slightly outgoing personality.

The warmth in the cold winter is even more warm, full of fireworks in life, plain but also practical.

Because of the cold and long nights, they didn't stay for a long time after dinner. They drove away in pairs before nine o'clock after eight.

Mo Shichen and Wen Yi were about to go out to send them off, but they were stopped by Wen's mother, "Okay, Yier, you are pregnant with a child in the cold outside, don't go out, our family can't be so polite."

Mo Shichen smiled and said, "Mom, let me see you off."

Mother Wen looked at him and did not refuse, "It's okay."

The man touched Wen Yi's hair, his voice was low and gentle, "You recently went to bed very early. Go back to the bedroom and take a shower. I'll be back soon."

Wen Yi nodded, and then said to Wen's mother, "Mom, you guys get home safely and call me."

"Got it, go take a shower."

The outdoor sky was as dark as the sub-zero cold, but lights were on everywhere in the manor, and there was an ancient illusion and beauty like a movie lens.

Wen Hanye and Ye Siran got into the car and started the car.

Wen's father and Wen's mother were the driver who drove. Wen's mother greeted Wen's father to get in the car first, and then she stood outside the car and talked to the handsome and tall man, "Shi Chen, whether it is accusations or other instructions, you young people don't love it. Listen, I won’t say much—"

"As the mother of Yi'er, the only thing I want to say tonight is that when you got married nine years ago, Yi'er worked unilaterally to win this marriage. The relationship between the two people cannot be maintained for a long time, but this time you Marriage, if I understand it correctly, is your strong will and Barley’s choice. I hope that you will not waste anymore in the future. You can join hands together and go to the end."

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